Once-ler Novels & Stories

Amanda wondered. Finally the noise stopped and what came next was the creaking sound of the door being opened, Amanda turned around to see who had entered, her eyes widened when she saw it was Don Torento, she looked back at Jerry who was groaning at the injuries from the beatens he had received. Torento looked down at her from the top of the stairs, two of his men were behind him. One of them had lost an eye, Amanda gulped as she saw his expressionless face, looking down at her with his only good eye.

no one has your time' 'pull the fucking trigger and do the whole world a favor' 'do your family a favor' The voices in his head grew louder as his quivering finger squeezed against the trigger as he lifted it closer to his head- 'you can't fight this-' To be continued...

"Good morning class. We have a new student amongst us today. Can you please stand and introduce yourself?" I confidently stand up from my seat beside Thea. "Hello everyone. I'm Onda. Onda Silver Thorne." "Talk about weird names." A male voice behind me says causing some people to snicker. I ignore him and continue. “I’m 17 years old and I’m from…” I can’t say Zorah now can I? Say Australia. "Australia?" That came out more as a question. "Where in Australia?" The teacher asks. Katherine. "Katherine?" That also came out as a question.

Why would you wanna keep a mentally unstable woman as your Luna? "Watch it!" Marcus was shaking with anger, but we were still in the administrative building. Mindful of his Alpha status, he forced himself to swallow it down. Noelle tilted her head, thinking for a moment. Then her eyes lit up. "Dad, if you sever your mate bond with Mom, that means you can have a bonding ceremony with Aunt Clara!" "That's great!" Rowan chimed in. "Mom, hurry up and leave. We want Aunt Clara to be our new mom!"

The photo beneath it showed the snowy scenery of Bhador and Mason wrapping a scarf around Eira. My chest felt like it had been stabbed right through. Even though I had decided to walk away from this relationship, I still could not stop the pain, nor the tears that slipped out on their own. Then, something on her hand caught my eye: the moonstone ring. It was the token of the Blacknight Pack's Luna. Mason's mother had pressed it into my hand before she passed away. Mason was supposed to slide it onto my finger in front of everyone at our marking ceremony next week, declaring me his mate.

"And this chat record is well-forged, but you missed one detail." He held up the paper, pointing at the word ‘Darling’. "Leah is stubborn. She never uses pet names, not even me. My caller ID in her phone is still 'Timothy'." Rochell's face paled instantly. "No... No! Timothy, let me explain..." Bang! The wooden door of the treatment room was kicked open with force. Chad strode in with two pack enforcers, dragging a male werewolf who had been beaten beyond recognition. It was the leader of that group of Rogues.

Yet, instead of succumbing to despair, he chose to fortify his determination. Though Onel's heart ached, he resolved to rewrite the mistakes of his gullible past. Tonight, he would embark on a journey of self-discovery, reclaiming his own agency and shaping his destiny. With unwavering resolve, Onel declared his intentions to the universe. He had already decided he would rewrite all the things his gullible self did before. And he would start tonight. As Onel prepared to return to the past, memories of his coming-of-age ceremony flooded his mind. Among all the alphas, the only one he had danced with was Blue.

Travis greets me after Finn. “Travis,” I reply with the same even tone. “This is Leneve, daughter of Nyctimus and her companions, Nero and Nolt.” The two Lycans nod their head in acknowledgment as I somehow remember their names even though I don’t remember hearing them. I only remember seeing them in the Lycan village.

The First One sat on the beach and stared at the violent waves of the ocean as he deliberated. The killings had stopped but not for long. Officer Muhammad and Maryam must die in order to protect his real identity. The trip to Lagos had been taken for the main purpose of relaxing and approaching matters from a psychological point because where violence fails, logic is born. It had not been easy approaching the men running things at work and asking for some few days off but the greatest weapon in The First One arsenal was the power of persuasion.

“Go back to your room and study.” She murmurs before turning her back to me. I went into my room again and took my notebook out of the bag. I raised my eyebrows when I heard Relyon’s voice outside the house. He’s Uncle Leo’s son. Uncle Leo is also my Mom’s brother. Relyon is only 11 years old. What is he playing? It’s still bright outside... Wait, why does he seem to shout? Because of curiosity, I looked out the window, and I saw him looking up at the tree and shouting.